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As I woke from my living nightmare,
My eyes were blinded by shining gold.

My hands touched the misty waters,
The chill shivered my weakened bones.

I started to think,
Is this the end?
Have I reach the finish line.

The boat began to shake,
My heart skipped a beat.

Then, a voice arose from the creaking floor.
"Next stop, Heavens Gates."

Blood rushed inside of my veins,
A race was made with fate,
And all I could do was wait.

The boat stopped.
My eyes were freed,
Oh, what I feared to see.

I saw,
Calm white waters.
I saw,
Lost souls underneath my feet.
I saw,
A man standing in the distance,
With Golden gates at his back.

He called me by name.
His voice felt like a whisper.
He said, "Do not be afraid."

I started to walk on still waters,
Following the pure blood stains-
Towards the Man in front of Heaven Gates.

The water started to stand above my eyes.
With each climb it made,
My faith was slayed.

I began to sink.
My foot was trapped by Satan's grasp.
I started to scream,
But my voice was taken,
by Hell's Kraken.

Before my faith was lost,
To death's masterpiece,
The man spoke again,
“Peace! Be still!”

The rising waves,
Which was my grave,
became the slave.

He reached out his hand for mine.
He lift me out of Satan's care,
And said the words I'll never forget.
“Why are you so afraid? Have you still no faith?”

I looked upon his face,
For this is what I feared to see,
The Son of Man standing in front of me.

I tried to speak,
But my lips were shut.
I tried to weep,
But my heart was a sleep.

He spoke again,
And he said to me.

"I am the way,
And the truth,
And the life.
No one comes to the Father-
except through me."

When I felt my doom was near,
He uttered the words,
"I forgive you."

At last,
My fear was destroyed.
My heart was filled with Joy.

Then, the last words he said to me,
"Welcome to Heavens Gates."
Copyright © 2015 Paul Forbes All Rights Reserved
Where this path might take me,
I do not know.
But, the faith I have with me,
Will guide me home.
Copyright © 2015 Paul Forbes All Rights Reserved
I found myself down at the bottom of a cliff;
Waves crashing upon the rocky shore as my body floats adrift

There I was lost in wonder,
“Had I not left this very world I now find myself stagnant in?”

Has life's infinite wonders, once again, grasped hold of my lonely lost Soul and pulled me out of the darkness right on to the other side?

A continuous cycle spiraling round and round from infinite to beyond;
Endlessly evolving and revolving as yin moves through yang;
As light warps with sound

From matter to energy,
Forevermore infinitely greater than mere dust in the ground

What happens next, as I awaken to this new journey;
Moving forward; starting fresh?

I find myself gliding on wind as oxygen to new souls;
Growing through love with life's ultimate pure bliss

One request for those I've loved and left behind;
May only memories of my love be your everlasting guide
© 2015 Ashley Jean.
All rights reserved.
Intellectual property of the author.


*Thinking of all the loved one's who've moved on from this life.
Thank you for being my muse and my guide.
The Moon and the Stars*

It all started one night under the stars.

Lying in the field on the clearest yet brisk last nights of summer's warm-held grasp. Telescope, blankets, friends and stars. We watched and waited as satellites and planes flew overhead; deciphering shooting star from orbital waste, relearning and recalling constellations recognized throughout man's lifelong past. Gazing into the wide open of the unknown with thoughts of extra-terrestrial, black holes, and the possibility of life after death.

The darker the night the more magic seemed to exist. After wrapping up our outdoor viewing of the universe, we headed indoors for peaceful sessions of passing the pipe while listening to shamanic throat singing and overtones, as our friends sat *gravely
entranced, zoning out to the wonders of the world covered by media through National Geographic and the world-wide-web.

It was somewhere a midst all this where I find myself; body calm and mind relaxed, propped up on the couch pondering the innermost immortal thoughts of the interconnectedness of life and death and sound and energy, spirit and soul as visions of spirals infinitely intertwining as one appear before my eyes. The sensations of what I imagine the reference of “getting the gears rolling” in the center of my brain as my pineal gland begins its first steps of decalcification brought about by the intentions of man.

Up until this point my life was on a one track path. A steady straight line towards the unknown, unawakened, and ignorantly naive, believing everything I had been taught up until that moment was a true solid fact. With this new sensation of the potential for higher vibrations within my own soul, my heart began to rapidly race but without pain and suffering, rather with the excitement of this new realized grace.

Awakening to this new idea, to this new age, to this *new way of life.
© 2015 Ashley Jean.
All rights reserved.
Intellectual property of the author.
I, whose sleep gloats
searching for answers, steering for a dream

I take my place amongst men
in parks, in alleys, in trains,

and the Sun unmasks itself
like timeworn skies of linoleum.

trees their bulwarks realize such oneness
and birds start to rain

where time wounds all feelings
and lovers innumerably lay flat on their bellies.

mountains ***** as tall as truths,
and the sleuth more than my body’s engine

turns less than a seraphim – dizzy with the
night’s utmost haranguing.

I, whose soul returns not with garlands
but with chains as my phantoms go with them

swimmingly across the blue Earth
and a man brindled, tussled against

space that so distant the star becomes so near
and all sleep lose names of dreams.
 Dec 2015 Mazen Edlibi
Got Guanxi
Teardrop

Your not the one one to stay awake until the anxiety goes away,

Those teardrops fall like raindrops down the side of your contoured face.

Out of this world so vividly,
Watching the rain become the sea.

Opinions divided like rivers estuary,
That's where we meet,
And leave our legacy.

Sometimes it easier to let go and breath,
Than to carry on and bleed
Out.

But those tears
still
fall
like
snowflakes,
Melting my heart and changing the landscape of our lives.

Contours, contours,
Mountains divide us,
The sheer drop petrified me,
But I still want more than those tears,
A range of emotion and silent devotion,
To you and you alone.

At my highest peak
Teardrop.
Another drop of tears fall down your cheeks,
That's for your fears my dear.

Or maybe,
Just maybe,
it's just me.
 Dec 2015 Mazen Edlibi
Got Guanxi
d-r-a-g-o-n

dragon lady,
rain candy,
breath fire,
red candid
lips slip,
kisses through
open mouthed,
wide eyed,
startled smiles.

It’s been a while,
how you been
starting over? ,
spreading your
wings,
spreading your legs.
reptile,
I like your style,
Wild hair,
peach, bleach;
mon amore.

So
serpentine,
certainly mine,
mythologies
evolved
in our separate minds.
Nowhere near
our spirit,
refined
in the clearest
mist of forgotten days
we left behind,

and,

Life
drag’s on,
nothing
left
but you
&
mythologies.

Perfection.

*who knew
 Dec 2015 Mazen Edlibi
Got Guanxi
heart weighs heavy like a rifle.
scope vision obscured
shades of humanity,
blurred peripheral targets
in the near distance.
loud foreign frantic phrases,
similar tones back home,
borderlines, checkpoints to pass
to get back to your own.
Long way to go.
bullets, bombs explode.
shrapnel brings us back to task.
in a flash,
bangs - commonplace,
comrades mates,
a fine line,
between me and the enemy.
Take me back to the catacombs,
Crushed skulls, broken dreams.
Declared conflict, conscripted kids.
Join the battle with me.
Are you ready to die?
 Dec 2015 Mazen Edlibi
Tsaa
Beauty.
 Dec 2015 Mazen Edlibi
Tsaa
I saw the cuts
My reflection on the blood
They turned into scars
A symbol of your personal war
But believe it or not
You were still beautiful

I saw you crying
I knew the reason why
I witnessed those tears dry
And I let you rest on my shoulder
But despite your dark side
You were still beautiful

You pushed people away
Your heart punctured with thorns
The people you associate with is limited
I am rarely a part of that circle
But the fact that you do indeed feel these things
That makes you beautiful

**[t.s]
i just got my tablet repaired and i have a number of archived poems in it. i'll post them when i have the time but first, here's one i kinda like.
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